Conversely, a mammoth and monstrously profitable industry has grown up on the shores of the lake, fueled by the World Bank, rampant Western globalization, and the cheap labor provided by the lakeside populace, who subsist on the perchÕs gutted, maggoty carcasses and live in a hellish state of self-perpetuating squalor so bleak as to demand another circle in DanteÕs hellscape.
DarwinÕs Nightmare Ñ which screens Tuesday courtesy the New Orleans Film Festival (NOFF) Ñ explores the myriad interstitial connections, the causes and the effects, and the end result of globalism on the people it was presumed to help. The prognosis is beyond ghastly, moving via SauperÕs exhausting interviews with the local populace, workers, factory management, prostitutes, the Western industrialists, and, most tellingly, the pilots of the massive Russian-made cargo planes that fly out tonnage after tonnage of Nile perch fillets every single day. Which prompts the question: What do they fly in? Sauper returns, over and over, to this simple query, unearthing varying responses, until, late in the film, the truth is mumbled by an obviously drunken and shamefaced Russian pilot: The planes bring in weapons and other ordnance for AfricaÕs countless war zones. In short, they ferry in death to the birthplace of human life before returning to the West with the lifeblood of not only Lake Victoria but, in many ways, the continent itself.
DarwinÕs Nightmare is a muckraking masterpiece far removed from but very much akin to the documentary journalism of Barbara KoppleÕs Harlan County, USA and George RatliffÕs Plutonium Circus . Like the latter, it examines, in minute detail, and with the steady albeit jaundiced gaze of a fly-on-the-cemetery wall, the relationship between a homogenous local population reliant on the whims of a large and morally questionable government-sanctioned enterprise.
SauperÕs film is far more than just a cinematic expos of the WestÕs African skullduggery; itÕs also a masterful work of art, rife with visual metaphors (including the opening sequence, in which a lone Tanzanian airport flight controller virtually ignores directing an inbound jet in favor of swatting a bee thatÕs buzzing around his cramped control shack) and images of such shockingly banal despair that they short-circuit our notion of reality. Local children getting high on the fumes of the Nile perchÕs plastic packing containers (only to be raped or beaten), young girls forced by circumstance into prostitution with the vodka-obliterated cargo pilots, the mountains of flyblown, fishy carrion that feed the locals Ð theyÕre all part of the threadlike social connections in this imbroglio of Western globalism.
SauperÕs delicately horrific documentary is a short, sharp slap in the face of the developed world, and a long overdue one at that. (Tickets $7.50 general admission, $6.50 NOFF members.) Ñ Marc Savlov 7:30 p.m. Tues., May 9
Prytania Theatre, 5339 Prytania St., 891-2787